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[cutslikeaspade]

Well, he was out of Percocet. Which sucked. Therefore, it was time to deal with the problem and get it the hell over with. So, in the wee hours of the morning, he headed to Heart castle and the offices of one Itzhak Operman, serving as the doctor for the Heart Suit. No way in hell was he about to trust anyone else at his back, knife in hand; at

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[cardiosurgery]

It was actually not until 7:30 in the morning that the doctor arrived at his office with coffee and newspaper (the New York Times--don't ask how he gets it delivered). He unlocked the door, steps inside and turned to his desk, and it was a moment before he realized there was a dark-haired man on the table, waiting.

"Gevalt! Are you trying to make me plotz?"

There was a moment between seeing and recognizing Ethan, but once he placed the spade, he frowned deeply. "What's this?"

[cutslikeaspade]

Ethan snickered. "Guten morgen, Herr Doktor." God, his German was getting rusty and the accent hurt even his own ears. But the throbbing pain in his back forestalled any further shenanigans and he sobered abruptly.

"I need a favor, Itchy." He hesitated only the slightest before adding, "...off the books, as it might be. Please."

[cardiosurgery]

"Don't you Spades have a doctor, now?" There's actual surprise in Itchy's voice as he begins his daily morning inventory and checks on the office.

[cutslikeaspade]

"You really expect me to turn my back on a Spade doctor, Itchy?" Ethan snorted. "Besides, the bloke's...a little weird, if you ask me."

And that spoke volumes in itself, coming from Ethan. But he'd whine if he had to. "C'mon, Itchy, pleeeease?"